Transmigrating into Murong Fu, may you have many children and much happiness.

Chapter 330 The Blue Scorpion is Drunk, the Old Man and the Girl

Blue Scorpion was stunned for a moment. He naturally didn't know his ending in the original story, nor did he know where Murong Fu's appreciation for her came from.

Although it was somewhat inexplicable, seeing that Murong Fu's sincerity did not seem fake, he poured another bowl of sorghum wine and clinked glasses with Murong Fu to drink together.

The two drank and chatted, and before long, Blue Scorpion got drunk.

Murong Fu laughed and said, "Your drinking capacity is not as good as Li Xunhuan's."

Blue Scorpion touched his flushed face and said, "But he fell, and I'm still sitting."

Murong Fu laughed and said, "He's a drunkard, so naturally he should be lying down."

Blue Scorpion stood up and said, "I can be a drunkard sometimes too."

"Young Master Murong, may I leave now?"

Murong Fu nodded and said, "You can go now. You can come here for drinks later."

Blue Scorpion turned around and smiled, "Of course I came. With two great beauties accompanying me, how could I, Blue Scorpion, not come?"

Then, he vanished into the bamboo forest like a butterfly.

Murong Fu was speechless. He hadn't expected to be teased by Blue Scorpion. She was indeed different from ordinary women.

Murong Fu drank two more bowls by himself, but drinking with or without friends is a completely different experience; drinking alone is even more lonely than appreciating one's own beauty.

Murong Fu got up, gathered his things, and then dragged Li Xunhuan back to the thatched hut.

After that, Blue Scorpion would come to see Murong Fu every few days, and Murong Fu could tell that he still harbored thoughts of revenge.

After all, avenging a former lover is something every moral person would try.

But she didn't make a move, because no matter how she looked at it, Murong Fu was full of flaws, as if she could take his life at any moment. But she also knew that Murong Fu's martial arts were no longer on the same level as hers.

She even asked Li Xunhuan, who could only smile wryly and say that Murong Fu's martial arts skills could kill him without him being able to defend himself.

After a while, Blue Scorpion gave up her desire for revenge; after all, she wasn't stupid.

Yi Ku was killed by Murong Fu while seeking revenge, so there's nothing to be upset about.

But she still came all the time, because both Murong Fu and Li Xunhuan were very interesting.

Murong Fu's wine is also very delicious, and it doesn't cost money.

Every time she came, she would find that there were more people at the foot of Shaolin Temple, and the number of people was increasing.

At the dinner table, Blue Scorpion asked his question: "Young Master Murong, I understand the idea of ​​revising the weapon rankings."

But why hold a martial arts tournament? Is it to become the leader of the martial arts world?

You don't seem like the kind of person who's obsessed with power and fame.

Murong Fu said, "When poor, one should cultivate one's own virtue; when successful, one should benefit all under heaven."

When people lack ability, it's good enough if they can just take care of themselves. But once they have ability, people with a conscience will be driven to do many things.

This is what it means to draw your sword and help those in need.

But my abilities may be even greater; I want to cure all the diseases in the world.

Li Xunhuan, who was drinking from a wine jar bigger than his head, put down the jar upon hearing this and said with some surprise, "Brother Murong, you..."

Li Xunhuan and Murong Fu have been drinking and chatting happily these days, and have already called each other brothers. Li Xunhuan had served as an official and worked in the Hanlin Academy, but because he disapproved of many of the phenomena in officialdom and loved drinking, he eventually resigned in disappointment.

However, he did possess a certain degree of political acumen. Before Blue Scorpion could react, he realized that governing the world's ills was not something a martial arts alliance leader could accomplish.

Murong Fu smiled at Li Xunhuan and said, "That's right, I'm going to rebel."

"Once I become the leader of the martial arts alliance, I will plot a rebellion."

Blue Scorpion was drinking when she turned around and found the two talking about rebellion. The range of topics was so wide that she couldn't help but gasp.

Murong Fu then gave the two a thorough and easy-to-understand explanation of the ills of the world, the disasters of land annexation, and the suffering of the common people.

Blue Scorpion listened thoughtfully, while Li Xunhuan frowned deeply. Unlike Blue Scorpion, he was a graduate of the imperial examinations and had served in the court, so he knew that what Murong Fu said was correct. In fact, many of his views were ones he had never heard before, but upon careful consideration, they made a lot of sense and were even enlightening.

Which scholar doesn't aspire to cultivate himself, manage his family, govern the state, and bring peace to the world?

Li Xunhuan only resigned from his official post and went into the martial world after he was completely disappointed. But at this moment, when he looked into Murong Fu's kind eyes and heard his endless ideals, he had a special feeling. His body trembled and felt hot.

During these days, Murong Fu had also figured out his path to rebellion.

When he first learned that it was the twentieth year of the Jiajing reign, he knew that Jiajing might have just gone astray, but he had not yet done anything wrong, nor had he started to pursue immortality or appoint corrupt officials.

Therefore, he thought that after becoming the leader of the martial arts alliance, he would go to the palace to see if he could directly subdue Jiajing and seize the Ming Dynasty, which would save him a lot of trouble.

If that doesn't work, then we can discuss a grand plan for rebellion.

After listening to Murong Fu's plan for the well-being of the people, Lan Xiezi's eyes slowly began to light up with a strange light. He never expected that there would be such a remarkable man with such a broad mind.

People admire the strong, and they admire the strong in their respective fields of belief even more.

Blue Scorpion is a woman who values ​​morality, but what morality can compare to the greater cause of speaking out for the common people?

She succumbed, succumbing to the wine bowl, to Murong Fu's smile, and to her grand ambition for the well-being of all people.

Blue Scorpion was drunk; this was the first time she had ever been drunk in front of Li Xunhuan.

Murong Fu took him to his room and settled him in, then returned to look at Li Xunhuan, who was sitting at the table in a daze.

He originally had quite a lot of alcohol in his personal space, but he couldn't resist having an alcoholic drinking with him every day.

Murong Fu asked, "We're out of wine, shall we go for a walk down the mountain?"

Li Xunhuan looked at the empty wine jug and said, "Alright."

Murong Fu grabbed Li Xunhuan and swept down the mountain like the wind.

Although it was agreed beforehand that Li Xunhuan could not leave the mountain until the matter was thoroughly investigated.

But neither of them paid any attention. Why would someone who had been drinking care about a rule set by an old monk who didn't drink?

Soon, the two arrived at a town at the foot of Shaolin Mountain. It was now exceptionally prosperous. On the streets, one could hear the shouts of rough men from the taverns and inns, and smell the different aromas of wine from each establishment.

Li Xunhuan sniffed around and found the restaurant with the strongest aroma of wine.

Looking through the door, one sees all sorts of heroes from the martial arts world, including monks, Taoists, nuns, the old, the young, and girls.

"Boy, bring the wine!"

Li Xunhuan found a table that someone had just left and hadn't yet cleaned up. Instead of asking for it to be cleaned, he said, "Bring me some wine."

The waiters were all very shrewd and quick-witted. They immediately responded, brought over a pot of wine, and then put the messy cups and plates on the table into a basket: "Sir, please have some wine first. You can take a look at the signs if you want something to eat."

Li Xunhuan was already five or six parts drunk when he spoke, but he grabbed the waiter and said, "Too small, I want a big one!"

The waiter glanced at where Li Xunhuan was pointing and knew that this customer was complaining that there wasn't enough wine.

The waiter respectfully replied, "Alright, I'll go get the larger one right away."

Li Xunhuan nodded and waved for the waiter to get back to work.

At this moment, Murong Fu's eyes were fixed on an old man sitting at a table by the window. He was wearing a coarse blue long robe and was squinting as he smoked a pipe.

Opposite him was a girl with her back to Murong Fu. She had two long, shiny braids that swayed with her every nod or shake of her head.

The old man seemed like an ordinary old man, and the girl seemed like an ordinary girl, but Murong Fu knew that there was a story to be told.

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